Optimus Prime Matrix Novels & Stories

He commented dryly and Daral gave him an annoyed look. “Why do you have to do everything the hard way? You are our Prime, not just a leader and you know it. What she said is true. No one has had a child born with the Prime gene in years. You and I are the only two known alive right now for sure to have produced those with the prime gene. Neither of us have a mate, so you better take the help Aries.” Aries let out a heavy sigh.

The resistance fighters returned fire with devices that emitted pulses of golden light, technology I didn't recognise, but that seemed designed to counter the preservation systems. "The primary consciousness matrix is in that control panel," Elena shouted, pointing to the wall unit where Father's projection had originated. "We need to destroy it completely!" Costa pulled me toward the relative safety of an alcove as the firefight intensified. Through the chaos, I could see Dr Thorne backing toward a secondary exit, his face a mask of cold determination even as his plans collapsed around him. "He's escaping," I warned, but my voice was lost in the din of battle. The facility shuddered violent

Seeing him about to faint, Elle forcefully shook him. “You can’t faint now. You have to go back to Canberra with me. Your mother is almost insane. She’s helping Wesley, Jeffery, and Jeffrey's wife to go against Miss Jones and Eldest Young Master Hill. Now, Wesley’s power is as strong as could be. He intends to make a move against Prime Minister Snow with Gavin Mead tonight. Once Prime Minister Snow becomes a puppet, he’ll definitely torture Miss Jones to death. She’s your sister.” “W-What?” Matthew could not keep up and was stunned when he heard her words. “My mom… Why did she…”

"You want me to make our drones stupid?" "For thirty seconds." "That is either genius or a felony against engineering." "Both." Jack leaned against the holotable, one hand pressed to his chest where the compass had fused its bell-note into him. He could still feel the downgrade. The locked doors inside his power. Chaos behind glass. Entropy behind policy. He remained strong, fast, dangerous. But not enough for what had just entered the world. The Prime Analyst manifested above Manhattan as a human outline made of white code. No face. No eyes. No mouth.

It sat squarely in the center of the irradiated deserts of the North American continent. "And the capital," Kara whispered. "Sector Prime, USA Wastes. This is where the distress beacon was ultimately routed. It is the Global Command Hub. It houses the Prime Administrator—the master AI that controls the localized Admins. If the regional Admins are regional managers, the Prime Admin is the CEO. And we just burned down one of its branch offices." Ren stared at the four pulsing red dots. The sheer scale of the enemy was paralyzing. "They know we're here," Ren said, his tactical mind overriding the exhaustion that threatened to pull him under. "How long until they mobilize a retaliation fleet?"

Inside the War Room, a massive holographic map of the Acheson Trench pulsed with a sickly violet light. "The Architects are building a Resonance Engine at the bottom of the trench," Sarah explained, her voice echoing off the steel walls. "They’re using your father’s DNA as a template to stabilize the frequency. If they finish, the Spires in the cities will release a second wave—a permanent biological rewrite." "We know about Jun," Mina said, her voice trembling as she stood beside the map. "They’ve made him a Prime." Sarah’s face went stone-cold. "I know. Which is why the Admiralty developed this."

Magic had been completely mastered, stripped of its weaponized past and transformed into the ultimate tool for connection, artistic expression, and healing. "It still amazes me," Vanya whispered, watching the ambient energy in the room crystallize into tiny, floating petals of light that drifted out the window to nourish the city's gardens. "In the old histories, a communication network of this scale would have required a massive sacrifice of life-force or a network of military outposts. Now, it runs entirely on the residual joy of the people." "That’s because the matrix is anchored to the Great Blessing," Joran replied, standing up and stretching his limbs. He walked to the wide balcony, lo

he said, not as a question, but as fact. Evryn nodded. "It’s coming." "No," he corrected. "It's already here." From the lower levels, Jace’s voice burst through her comm. “Evryn—systems are collapsing across the matrix. Whatever you did—” “I didn’t do this,” she snapped, eyes still locked on Aurex. “The gate responded to something else.” “Then we’ve got a problem. This isn’t a breach. It’s a rewrite.” Evryn’s stomach dropped. A rewrite?

"They introduced themselves as Sol and Olvar. Do ... do you really know them?" Ullric's body shook violently when he heard the familiar name. Sol was the woman who held the position of his beta pack in the past. Olvar, on the other hand, was the strongest warrior who managed to become a gamma in his pack by his own strength. Both of them had been working on separate assignments from Ullric when the tragedy happened. But, hearing they were still alive until now was... "Hey, let's meet them first, okay?"

“That's not what I meant. It'd mean a lot to me.“ “Oh.“ Mel clutched her hand in a silent show of solidarity. “Would it be okay if his son received the award on his behalf?“ “Yes, of course.“ “Thank you. Ryan looked up to his father so much.“ She drew a heavy breath. “Don't worry about any financial problems; Alpha Magnus is ready to provide everything the kids might need now and in the future. Till they all become independent.“ “He wasn't my mate, you know?“ Mel burst out. “But it still hurts so much. Like my other half was gone.“ “He might not be your mate, but you respect and love him.“ “Yes.“